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The front door opens, and a highly distracted Doctor McCoy wanders through. Someday he's going to realize it is highly hazardous for him to wander through doors while distracted, since that always seems to land him in Milliways. He's dressed in his usual starfleet blues, with his favorite blue scrub top, munching on an apple and going over lab results from the last round of routine physicals.

...

Someone please stop him before he runs smack into the bar.

(ooc: ~~Must disappear for 15-20 min. Sorry! Will be~~ back!)

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"Doctor McCoy, you might want to watch your step," Sara calls over. He's headed straight for one of the windows.

McCoy stops short, frowning as he lifts his eyes from his data padd. Since he is expecting the medbay, he is rather surprised to find himself back in the bar at the end of the universe.
"Well, I'll be damned." He mutters at the window, then turns to see who stopped him. When he sees Sara, he smiles and moves to join her.
"Good morning, Sara, pleasure meeting you again."

She smiles back, inclining her head. "Returned. I gather you weren't expecting to be back here?"

"Can't say that I did. All I had planned for today was to go over these reports, not hop across the universe." He gestures to his data padd as evidence.

She chuckles wryly. "I think that's how the Bar likes to work."

She glances at the data padd curiously.

"Routine physicals, nothing overly exciting, I hope." McCoy explains, but does not show her the padd. Doctor-patient confidentiality holds, even at the end of the universe.

She wouldn't ask about the details. She was simply curious about the type of technology that composes the padd.

"My grandfather claimed until his dying day that nothing had been wrong with him until he went for a routine physical," she says with a slight grin.

McCoy's cornflower blue eyes narrow.
"Your grandfather wouldn't happen to be a Kirk, would he?" God knows he's heard that complaint often enough.

"No--he was a Sidle." She grins. "Your captain doesn't like physicals?"

"I swear, I have to march the man down to the sickbay with threats of declaring him unfit for duty. It's his own damn fault they take so long, if he came in when he was supposed to, I wouldn't have to run so many tests at once." It's a familiar rant, one he's often given to his captain, Spock, Nurse Chapell, Uhura, Scotty...

She shakes her head, laughing slightly. "He sounds like one of my former colleagues. We had an explosion at our lab a few years back, and he was fairly seriously injured. Two days later, he was begging to be let back into the lab and claimed that he was completely healed."

Greg's hands hadn't stopped shaking until half a year later.

"Two days... I hope his doctor set him straight." He feels a strong sense of sympathy for the other man's doctor. Some days he wishes he could just sedate his patients until he deemed them well enough to leave.

Some days, he doesn't just wish it.

"Of course. So did our supervisor. If anyone could make Greg stay put, it would be Grissom."

She raises an amused eyebrow at the expression on his face. "You sedate your patients, don't you?" He's the kind of doctor her father always threatened to take her to. Skilled at his trade, but willing to do anything necessary to assist in healing.

He has grace enough to give her a rueful smile.
"Only if they deserve it. But yes, I have been known to knock my patients flat on their obstinant behinds."

She laughs heartily. "That's what they all say! But seriously, I'm sure it was warranted, and they probably owe their lives to such techniques."

"You better believe they do. They think they're gods, until they collapse face-first on the bridge." He snorts.

"You mean collapsing isn't a super-human thing to do?" She grins cheekily, not expecting him to dignify that with an answer.

"Well, my metaphorical hat is off to you, Doctor McCoy. I doubt I would be even half as patient as you had I gone into medicine." Determining a cause of death and motive for murder seems to suit her better.

McCoy laughs, amused. He also most definitely doesn't dignify Sara's first comment with a reply. She had better hope she doesn't get hurt in the battle, or he'll be after her with a hypospray of some sedative.
"Patient is hardly a term anyone uses to describe me, I'm afraid. You give me too much credit."

Sara probably will be hurt, but is stubborn enough to hide it. McCoy will have plenty of ~~victims~~ patients elsewhere.

"In the sense that you keep doing what you do, because it is what you love? I don't think I'm mistaken there. You seem to do the art of healing, for the art itself, and not for any sort of reward. That is what I find commendable, Doctor." Her tone is serious, though she is still smiling.

Oh, but he always has time for Sara.

McCoy blushes faintly under the weight of her praise. On board ship, what he does is a given - they're all out there because they love what they do, and are the best people to do it. Still... it's nice.
"Now now, that's enough. I'm just an old country doctor."

She's reserving the right to raise holy hell about that when it happens. At least when the sedative wears off.

"Of course you are." He can probably infer disbelief in her tone.

Why not? A good number of his other patients do.

"Almost precisely so. I have a small number of clients, if you will, whom I see and talk with most every day. Very much like your basic backwoods town, if you think about it." Something he likes pointing out to Kirk every once in a while.

Then he should feel right at home. Hell hath no fury like a Sidle extremely pissed off.

"I understand what you mean, Doctor. My shift at the lab grew to be like that, in many ways. I miss it sometimes."

Does it match an extremely pissed off Captain? He's matched that plenty of times. Ask the medical staff about the Kirk-McCoy shoutoffs.

He cocks his head, concerned.
"You left your lab?"

They would probably be about even. But Sara is a master of the vicious low blow, and can make drug dealers and pimps feel guilty.

"I was fired." It gets easier to say, as time goes by. "The assistant director is a political asshole who wanted me gone. And..well, I was also close to burn out."